Romans & histoires She Said You Can't Know What I've Done

“It always is.” I drag a hand through my hair, breathing hard now. “You said I was too late,” I say. “Too late for what?” She studies me for a long moment. “To save her from knowing,” she says. My chest tightens painfully. “She knows,” I say. The woman nods. “Of course she does.” “Then what am I too late for?” I ask again. She leans forward slightly. “You are too late,” she says, “to pretend this began with you.”

she told me. I can't do it, I can't do it. I wasn't going to let Maximo get away with what he did.

She says, muffling. "Tate. Please. Why are you making this a big deal? How am I gonna know what I did wrong when you won't even say it to me?" I asked. "Because it's something that should be talked about but I don't even know how to say it to you! I don't know how to start saying it Gage. I just don't know! I think I just really don't know the real you!" She yells at me. I push my hair off from my forehead.

she said before finally leaving I should confess everything I've done? Like seriously? That's like a death sentence! It's not like I have a choice anyway. I'll do it, but I don't think I will ever be coming to America again. TBC........... ©️ Tricia

"Doing what?" She knew.

What the hell is she doing? "I am Stella Van Arder and your will is no longer your own." #

She would have already said some things about it. "I don't think that she knows. She would have said something about it right. She hates me a lot right now and she won't keep quiet if she knew I had something going on with you “

"Bullshit, Ri. You are one of the best people I know at judging people, at figuring them out so I'm going to ask you again and this time I want a truthful answer. Did she mean it?" I rake my hand through my hair feeling frustrated once more. "No, no she didn't. She never said the words 'I don't want to' she kept saying 'I can't' I think she's scared but I don't know of what. I don't think she's scared of me but she definitely scared of something... or someone. Fuck! what if she's scared of someone else and I've just left her there?"

I said, knowing damn well she knows something. "Okay, so I've heard of that before, but I've never met anyone who could actually do it. If what you're saying really happened, it sounds like you were dreamwalking," she said as if that was supposed to ring some bell in my head that would make it all add up for me. "AND?" I pushed for more information.

She has no idea what she’s done to me. And I’m not letting go. Not now. Not ever.